There’s been some extra music in my life this week.  I have had some online discussions about music I love, and in one of those discussions I defended bands I love who were being criticized by someone who hates them.  And I attended a 4^th of July concert in the part that made me feel somewhat relieved about the preservation of the music I grew up with.

What I learned from my defense of bands I admire but who are often attacked by people for what I think are silly reasons, and from listening to a high school rock orchestra play a mix of popular music from the past 60 years, is that it really only matters that someone likes music, not what kind of music they like.  Yeah, I can be a music snob at times, but that’s usually reserved for people who only listen to whatever…